Ann Vickery
document
for nina
refuse: a bundle of exhibits
dent in the cup, fingernail imprint
or a mouthful of foam
spat out
over straitened tongue
to make the poetic word
polyblivion or polypresent?
how to read matters
how to read matter
that is
quote unquote a security risk quote quote
requires due process: collection, observation,
verification. a human supplement
in and of the world
that is as yet
the durée
marked out of time.
writing as administrative burden
ignore the edges and focus on the hole
I’ll take your word [for it],
action speaks louder
transcription by the book; how to
paper the record
english stucco
surface binding prima facie facts
render over
recalibrating liquid meaning.
the poem as a paper plane once flew
out of the window & onto cement.
smashed into a hundred pieces, this glas’d text
has no visible black box; only lines interwoven with
desperation
glissandoing into grief.
it is [un]true that its passenger left a son and two daughters
five years, two months, and six days ago.
[un]found[ed] text: paper follies are not sentient.
excise statement. use scissors: cut here—
all this, a figure of speech: which is, to say,
he is [was] a family man.
no narrative but one’s self. the question is
how to hold
read over there, not here,
the caesura of longing. I imagine
a rocket into space. does it have a noun,
a body, an agent beyond the styroform cup,
toothpaste, wax, or feather?
details discard dischord
detained scatter
un4seen Fxs
Typographical err Or makes me live you more
peach day; all the fruitiest
salad days of my unastounding youth
fresh firm to ouch, sluice running rivulets
down my hum-dingers
leaves of green a sticky miss. Wilt. Upturned facia to cuss,
my inner coast dealings on display,
here they are 4 all 2 cc. Can I
whistle fluent profanities to you if my mood autocorrects
song to joy always as
sing tomboy
and says you are a hut?
Moonlight soon after by compost Lord pig’s van,
my blind blissful germ and his bland loaves. Fly this motion
through a sow’s and years. Take a sissy stile
from Marlena, garbage revival &
tolled mine leaven in blue angle. Am I four ever tagged
to you displeasing Parisienne evening? Tear open the pain
and butter freely while warm. Home-maid is best
for service cleaning while you make light work of it.
Love looks more and more like louvers
when you try to sms this ♥ and find only glasnost
common ownership is now a closed window,
text only tampering provokes sudden fonts:
I am wooden blocked.
Ann Vickery is a Melbourne-based writer and critic. She is the author of Leaving Lines of Gender: A Feminist Genealogy (2000) and Stressing the Modern: Cultural Politics in Australian Women’s Poetry (2007). She is a founding member and past editor-in-chief of HOW2. Recent poems have appeared in Rabbit and Steamer.
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document
for nina
refuse: a bundle of exhibits
dent in the cup, fingernail imprint
or a mouthful of foam
spat out
over straitened tongue
to make the poetic word
polyblivion or polypresent?
how to read matters
how to read matter
that is
quote unquote a security risk quote quote
requires due process: collection, observation,
verification. a human supplement
in and of the world
that is as yet
the durée
marked out of time.
writing as administrative burden
ignore the edges and focus on the hole
I’ll take your word [for it],
action speaks louder
transcription by the book; how to
paper the record
english stucco
surface binding prima facie facts
render over
recalibrating liquid meaning.
the poem as a paper plane once flew
out of the window & onto cement.
smashed into a hundred pieces, this glas’d text
has no visible black box; only lines interwoven with
desperation
glissandoing into grief.
it is [un]true that its passenger left a son and two daughters
five years, two months, and six days ago.
[un]found[ed] text: paper follies are not sentient.
excise statement. use scissors: cut here—
all this, a figure of speech: which is, to say,
he is [was] a family man.
no narrative but one’s self. the question is
how to hold
read over there, not here,
the caesura of longing. I imagine
a rocket into space. does it have a noun,
a body, an agent beyond the styroform cup,
toothpaste, wax, or feather?
details discard dischord
detained scatter
un4seen Fxs
Typographical err Or makes me live you more
peach day; all the fruitiest
salad days of my unastounding youth
fresh firm to ouch, sluice running rivulets
down my hum-dingers
leaves of green a sticky miss. Wilt. Upturned facia to cuss,
my inner coast dealings on display,
here they are 4 all 2 cc. Can I
whistle fluent profanities to you if my mood autocorrects
song to joy always as
sing tomboy
and says you are a hut?
Moonlight soon after by compost Lord pig’s van,
my blind blissful germ and his bland loaves. Fly this motion
through a sow’s and years. Take a sissy stile
from Marlena, garbage revival &
tolled mine leaven in blue angle. Am I four ever tagged
to you displeasing Parisienne evening? Tear open the pain
and butter freely while warm. Home-maid is best
for service cleaning while you make light work of it.
Love looks more and more like louvers
when you try to sms this ♥ and find only glasnost
common ownership is now a closed window,
text only tampering provokes sudden fonts:
I am wooden blocked.
Ann Vickery is a Melbourne-based writer and critic. She is the author of Leaving Lines of Gender: A Feminist Genealogy (2000) and Stressing the Modern: Cultural Politics in Australian Women’s Poetry (2007). She is a founding member and past editor-in-chief of HOW2. Recent poems have appeared in Rabbit and Steamer.
posted by mark young at 10:37 AM
1 Comments:
these poems are totally toothsome, a strangely onomatopoeic instigator proceeds in these poems scramble by scramble, I think an oral presentation of this poem would fail every time to actuate the consciousness here of the preceding and succeeding phrases in each term; it'd be like speaking with your mouth full.
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